The Tattoo Artist (La Petite Mort #1)

10. Chapter 10

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Alexander

Q uinn wanted to be my friend but that couldn’t happen. A friend didn’t think about wanting to fuck a friend but I wanted to fuck her. I wanted her to scream my name. I wanted my hands all over her body. I wanted to lick every inch of her body.

I needed to mark her as mine.

She was mine and the devil himself wouldn’t dare take her from me.

When she asked me to be her friend I couldn’t lie to her. I told her the truth. She needed to know the truth.

“I can't promise you that I won't cross that line of wanting to have you underneath me screaming my name. Begging me to make you cum," I confessed.

Quinn was left speechless and I saw the desire in her eyes. I was 100 percent convinced her mind was filled with filthy thoughts just like mine.

I couldn’t and wouldn’t promise her such a thing because I knew I would break such a promise. Quinn was different. She was special and I knew it when she had felt my scars. She had seen them and I didn’t think she minded them especially since her soft delicate fingers grazed over them.

She saw them all, and still, desire filled her expression. She still wanted me, but not only me.

She wanted Deimos.

Fuck, jealousy ate at me.

“The winner by knockout is the undefeated champion Cerberus,” the announcer announced and the crowd chanted my name. My brothers were celebrating along with my best friend but I only had eyes for one person. I looked toward the crowd and spotted her just before she stood and made her way back toward the locker room.

I exited the ring and rushed back, grabbing a bottle of the most expensive whiskey. “Watch the door,” I warned one of my men. I entered the locker room and my eyes connected with hers. My dirty little nun was dressed in a black trench coat. My eyes wandered even lower and I took in the fishnets and the black stilettos. She opened the trench coat revealing a short as fuck naughty nun costume dress.

“Fuck me,” I muttered.

I held onto the bottle of whiskey tighter with each step she took. She closed the distance, her soft body pressing against mine. My woman hadn’t even kissed me yet, and the pleasure zipped through my body. I drowned in her deep blue-grey eyes. They were dark, reminding me of the darkness in the sky just before a thunderstorm struck.

She crashed her lips against mine and the palm of my hand ground against her pubic bone until her breathing hardened.

"More," she demanded, and that one word just about had me exploding in my shorts.

I broke the kiss.

I kneeled in front of her kissing my way down her torso till I reached her bare pussy. The only thing stopping me from plunging my tongue into her were those fucking fishnets. “I want to lick every inch of you, kiss you, eat you,” I growled.

I set the bottle of whiskey down beside me before grabbing the fishnets and tearing them open. A gasp tore out of her and her arousal was evident.

She was wet.

I stuck my tongue out and licked her juices that were spilling from her pink little hole. “Don’t stop,” she begged. I smirked against her wet cunt not a chance in hell was I going to stop.

I devoured her pussy like it was my last meal. She tasted so fucking good and I savored the taste of her.

Like I knew she would.

She was intoxicating.

I pushed two fingers into her wet cunt as my thumb found her clit. I circled her enlarged clit slowly as my fingers thrust into her vigorously.

“Ohhh,” she moaned.

I picked up the bottle of whiskey with one hand as I wrapped my other hand around her waist.

“Jump,” I instructed her and my dirty little nun wrapped her legs around me. I carried her to the nearest fucking table as I set her down.

I wrapped my hand around her long silky hair and pulled her head back, displaying her neck.

“Open,” I demanded.

I grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured it down her throat, watching her swallow.

“Please,” she begged so fucking polite.

“I’m not done, my dirty little nun. I want to taste my million-dollar whiskey on your pussy.”

I gently grabbed her thighs, pulled her to the edge of the table, and spread her legs apart. I thrust my fingers inside her pussy at the same time I kneeled on the floor to suck her clit before thrusting my tongue inside her.

She writhed.

She moaned.

She panted .

I opened her legs wider before I gripped the bottle and poured some whiskey over her. The smooth brown liquid rolled over her pussy mixing with her juices before my warm tongue sucked it away.

I wanted more and she needed more. I poured more liquid over her cunt just before pulling out my tongue and thrusting the neck of the bottle into her.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she chanted as I moved the bottle in and out of her. I loved the way her juices ran down the neck into the whiskey.

“Fuck, this will be my new favorite flavor,” I muttered.

I thrust the neck of the bottle as my mouth wrapped around her clit and seconds later she was screaming her release.

The taste of her cum along with my million-dollar whiskey was fucking exquisite.

I stood up abruptly, pulled my dick out, and thrust into her without any warning. I took her mouth once more, my tongue exploring, swallowing her gasp.

I wanted to devour every sound she made and keep them as mine.

“Mine,” I confessed.

And at that moment I knew it was the first hint of my addiction.